Mr. Rugg:
[reading Mr Crittenden's will]
To the Save the Dolphins Foundation, $11million. To the Save The Pumas Foundation, $1.2million. To the Padigonian Wasps Foundation, $1.4million. To The Dyslexic Dalmatians Foundation...
Carrigan Crittenden:
The hell with the livestock. What did the old stiff leave me?
Dibs:
[clears throat]
I believe that what the bereaved is trying to express is that the sudden death of her only father has left a great gaping void in her bank, in her life, and, er, Carrigan wonders what he has left her to fill it up with.
Mr. Rugg:
Let's see.
[reads]
Mr. Rugg:
Bobcats, Owls, Snakes, Daughter; Carrigan, Whipstaff Manor in Main.
Carrigan Crittenden:
And?
Mr. Rugg:
And I'm late for lunch, so if you'll excuse me.
Carrigan Crittenden:
Are you telling me that I spent the last two days holding his clammy hand waiting for him to take it or like it and return his one lousy piece of property?
Mr. Rugg:
No it was lousy 50 years ago. Now it's condemned. Enjoy.
[gives the will to Carrigan]
Carrigan Crittenden:
Wait a minute. This is not fair! I protest! I'm gonna drag you and every one of those damn dolphins to court!
Mr. Rugg:
Knock yourself out.
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